1/12 th to go

Today I am 29 and 11/12ths. Most people stop counting their age in months or fractions of years when they turn ten. But I have persisted. And today, I am twenty nine and eleven-twelfths. The significance is this: it is the deciding moment when your age either progresses or remains 29 until you are 92 and have wrinkles deep enough to hide your bubble-gum lip gloss.

Now, I would like to be one of those women who, like my oma at 98, looked in the mirror for the first time in a few years and said, "who is that old woman?" Her self perception of age being a stark contrast to the reality of her longevity. I unfortunately have the opposite problem, being introduced as "une petite fille" to my new patients who are often younger than me and who are referred to as "madame." While I wouldn't want my age to measured by the length of my crow's feet, I would like to at least progress into adolescence for the sake of my professional life.

Well, at least I have one month to decide what my next birthday will yield.